Haylin burst into Quirrel's office, closely followed by Adriel and Neville.

"What are we doing here?" Neville asked. Haylin ignored him.

"Quirrel!" she called. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" and then he was there, sitting at his desk.

"Miss Riddle…and friends," what can I do for you?" Quirrel asked.

"You know why I'm here Quirrel, just hurry up."

Reluctantly. Quirrel got out of his seat and took off his turban. Neville and Adriel gasped.

"Guys, meet Lord Voldemort, my father," Haylin said. Adriel, who already knew he was her father, said nothing whereas Neville, new found confidence or no, was very near fainting.

"Haylin, how goes your task?" Voldemort asked.

"I've been having Neville here do it and he has told me some very interesting news…which I accidentally let slip to Harry," Haylin added quietly.

"Oh you're Neville are you? Haylin has told me so much about you," he tried to smile sweetly but it turned out more of a grimace. "How do you like the new power?"

Neville cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his voice calm. "Just fine, sir."

"So this news that you let slip." Voldemort said, turning back to Haylin. "What is it?"

"They've been trying to find out what the three headed dog is guarding and they knew it had something to do with Nicolas Flamel so Neville researched him and found out about the Philosopher's Stone and now Harry knows what it is. He already knew that someone was trying to steal it. That someone wouldn't happen to be you now would it?" Haylin asked.

"It might be. A three headed dog you say? How did they get it?" Voldemort asked, more to himself than anyone else but, surprisingly, it was Neville who answered.

"It's Hagrid's," he said quietly.

"Hmmm?" Voldemort said.

"The three headed dog," Neville explained. "It belongs to Hagrid, the Gamekeeper."

Voldemort laughed. "That oaf is still alive? Well finding out how to get past that dog should be no trouble."

Haylin looked at Neville questioningly. Neville shrugged.

"You told me to spy so I did," he said, semi defensively.

"Very good, boy, you did well," Voldemort praised.

"Right well we should be going back now," Adriel said, ending her silence.

"Before you go, Haylin, what is that you're wearing around your neck? It looks very familiar," Haylin's father said suddenly.

"It was mother's" Haylin said quietly and, followed by Neville and Adriel, left.

oOoOoOoOo

The Christmas holidays ended and the Slytherins returned. Haylin and Adriel filled Draco and Janaya in on everything that had happened.

"So your father is attempting to steal this Philosopher's Stone?" Draco asked.

Haylin nodded. "And now Harry and Ron know it exists. And I really don't want Ron and Hermione getting in my father's way. .they could get hurt and then I'd hate myself forever." Haylin rubbed her temples. "Why must my life be so complicated? Couldn't I be exactly like my father so I wouldn't care if they got hurt? Or exactly like my mother so I wouldn't have anything to do with my father? Why do I have to be like them both?" she cried.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know, but hey, everything happens for a reason," he said comfortingly. Haylin nodded and smiled.

"Dinner anyone?" said Blaise as he came down the stairs. The Slytherins then followed their friend out of the common room and to dinner.

oOoOoOoOo

The feast was delicious. There was chicken, ham, potatoes and even kumara (sweet potato) all the way from New Zealand.

Haylin stuffed herself full but managed to have enough room for desert which consisted of ice cream and chocolate sauce.

After the feast, as the left the Great hall, Draco broke away from them. Haylin grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?" she hissed.

"I'm following Potter and his friends. They're not supposed to be leaving the castle at this time of night. I may finally be able to get them in trouble," he answered with a malevolently gleeful look on his face.

"Yes, but you could get in trouble as well, genius!"

"It's worth the risk," Draco said and pulled out of her grasp.

Haylin sighed. "You're obsessed," she said and let him go.

oOoOoOoOo

At midnight. Haylin was still awake and she heard the sound of somebody coming into the common room. She got up, pulled on her dressing gown and went down stairs to have a look.

It was Draco.

"How can stalking a freaking Gryffindor take so long?" she asked as Draco sat down in front of the fire.

"They were at Hagrid's. He has a dragon. I watched them for a while and then, when they caught me, I ran back to the castle and told McGonagall that they were up and about the Dragon. It cost me 50 points and a detention but they lost 150 points and they all have detentions too," Draco answered. "And for your information, I was not stalking."

"Whatever," Haylin muttered. "When's your detention?"

"Tomorrow night. I'm going to bed," he said, sitting up and heading up stairs. "Good night Haylin!" he called.

"Moron," she whispered before she too went back upstairs to bed.